18 ENGLISH WILD TLOWEBS. 



" Father, 



My heart is awed within me, when I think 

 Of the great miracle which still goes on 

 In silence round me the perpetual wor 1 .: 

 Of Thy creation, finished, yet renewed 

 For ever. Written on Thy work I read 

 The lessons of Thy own eternity. 

 Lo ! all grow old and die ; but see, again, 

 How on the faltering footsteps of decay 

 Youth presses ever gay and beautiful youth- 

 In all its beautiful forms. 



Oh, there is not lost 



One of earth's charms ; upon her bosom yet, 

 After the flight of untold centuries, 

 The freshness of her far beginning lies, 

 And yet shall livew" 



BRYANT. 



